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I'm Here For The Sluts
A small portion of incident light
shown across the room, mostly
black with colors that fade,
to deep purple.
The aroma of sex was heavy,
the smell of bitch in heat
hardened my nipples.
Without panties, I could feel
my box getting moist as I
walked to the bar.
I took a seat, next to a beautiful
man with his cock in his hand,
firmly stroking as he watched,
a couple fucking madly on
stage, along with two gorgeous
women slathered in oil, doing
a scissor fuck on the side
Turning my bar stool towards
the tattooed man next to me,
I smiled , stood up, dropped my
skirt, and straddled him for a
quick ride
Mmmm, hard as thick fucken
steel he was
Supports on the legs of
the stool, were perfect height
for a full stroke, deep and
with force.
Sloppy wet I became, as he
grabbed my ass and helped
to lengthen the stroke
His fingers into my pussy,
he spread me wide, as I
continued to pummel him.
Laying me out on to the bar,
he devoured me, sucking my
labia in and out of his mouth,
nibbling on my clit with his
teeth, and his thumb
in my ass.
He pulls me up to meet him,
kissing my neck then biting
my bottom lip as he began
a relentless finger bang
My legs on his shoulders his
hand buried deep inside.
Sounds from the room became
quiet, but I didn't care, I revelled
in the joy I was receiving from
this giant of a man.
Cumming was continuous,
as I soaked the top of the bar
Opening my eyes, I see half
the bar standing around us with
cocks in hand others down throats.
Seems as though we were the
show for the evening
" Bartender could I have a
towel please"?
"Drinks all around on me"
says the beautiful tattooed man
as he smiled and asked
"so what's your name"?
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